Editor: A fine a poem as your likely to see running loose in this universe
A transcendent evocation of time and place bursting free of the limitations of time and limited space.
In these few words taste some of the essence of the Valle del Rio Grande
…and six turkey vultures feed of a dead coyote,
Through thin skin, a skeleton begins,
Bleached teeth, piece of tail ….
And some vultures soar red and black into
The Southwestern winds dust, under the clouds, the blue and sun,
While two remain, seeking what flesh remains ….
…between deep-hilled rows, green sorghum shoots
Straighten, and wind carries the field-plowed dust and dirt
To a tree-line, where work with cranes is pounding on a
New railroad line, a new bridge, not far from the
Border Wall… metal stacks on more
Metal, iron upon iron ….
…highway traffic races, east and west, fast, and faster,
With Spring’s green up, even with wind and dust,
And Spring’s green above in blowing trees ….
…and the vultures are finished, all are risen,
gliding, Imperishably hungering for the perished meat of Spring ….
Gene Novogrodsky
Spoken version by Edgardo
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